#he fallin’ he burnin’

[the-feathered-dragon-hoard]

— or so you believe, Sinbad, or so you believe ~

Sinbad no bouken - chapter 135

More ’premise’ bellow the cut bcs we love whump in this house.

This is right after what happen in this post.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Golden Hour

word count: 1k

x: finished this short thing in an hour at work...... nothing else to say... enjoy :)

content: You sing “Golden Hour” for Roman Reigns at his wedding. Roman x Semeni, Roman x Reader, angst

You had been invited to sing at a wedding. You were excited. You think. You haven't gotten to sing at a wedding in a long time. Of course, this was different this time. Who’s wedding? Roman and Semeni, your longtime friends that have stuck with you since high school, despite you all pursuing different paths. A pro wrestler, a singer, and a model. Who knew you three would go on to be so successful. But that’s not the thought lingering in your mind, no, your heart as you clutch the microphone with obnoxiously sweaty hands.

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

You stood at the front of the shiny marble dance floor, accompanied by a shiny, immense grand piano, and a string quartet. You stood farther out in front of the instruments to be seen, but not too far to the point where you were distracting. Singing Golden Hour for the newly wed as they twirled across the dancefloor, love written across their faces. You could almost smile. Almost

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

God, that annoying, unbearable pain in your chest as you sang the song to your best ability, not showing the state you were trying to desperately betray. Why weren't you happy? Your best friend is getting married. It's not new news. Neither is the widespread burning in your chest. But you thought you had finally gotten over yourself. Countless journey entries, therapy sessions, hour phone calls to your friend Gianna, who tried her best to console you and be with you every time you called. But seeing them together, hand in hand, dancing along to your voice with their love for each other pushing and floating them across the floor. It was unendurable.

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

The string quartet sang along with you, cheering them on into their new path in life. Something you should be doing, but you're not. Closing your eyes. That's what you had resorted to doing. Closing your eyes, singing the best you could. You imagined a wonderful white and blue room, adorned with ambient lighting and clouds everywhere. Fog covered the ground, but formed around your feet as you walked through. So captivating, but free at the same time. You wore a wonderful white gown, with silver accessories that shined bright in any room. And you looked up at Roman, wearing a designer black suit, with a silver clip with etched in diamonds attached to his suit, and a blue handkerchief. 

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

He took your hand as you two moved across the thick fog. No audience, no guests or family members, just you two. Sharing a special intimate moment with each other. Letting your love cloud your mind. Interfere with your judgment. Living in this beautiful moment. Your whole body tingled, feeling a gust of cold wind, dispersing your picture perfect daydream. They had glided past you like two flies in the hot summer heat. Her gigantic snow white dress brushing your toes as they smile stayed still. Well it was working until now. It's almost as if her snapping you out of your daydream made it worse. If only it was real

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

A singular tear rode down your painted face. Staining the layers of makeup you had put on hours before the occasion. The camera man took a picture of you, probably mistaking your hot tear for a tear of joy. He couldn’t be more wrong. God, why were you here? Why did you even offer to do this for them? You should’ve known that you were going to break. It hurts. Seeing them together. In love. In a celebration and cheers to future happy memories, here you are. Questioning your placement here. Among these happy souls, as you stare holes into the side of their head. With anger? Disgust? Sadness? You didn't know. Maybe all three. Maybe none. The piano quiets and the string quartet fades. They take one longing look at eachother, and kiss. A loud explosion of head pounding applause followed. And you fakely followed suit. You wonder if you would have been more forward with him, that you would be standing in her place. All of these people would be clapping with you instead of her. If you would have told her to leave him alone, maybe they would have never gotten married. And you wouldn't be standing there, cursing yourself for being so scared. You looked at him with longing, and her with confused jealousy. As she stood there, and danced with your first love. They looked at you with unnerving happiness, their eyes and smiles thanking you for giving them such a special moment to remember. And you smiled too, wiping your tears to make things seem more dramatic. But Roman's face changed. Seeing right through your paper thin smile. And you knew he would ask you about it later.

Can they even imagine falling like you did?

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[natailiatulls07]

Golden Hour

Lando Norris x reader

Summary - None really

Warning - Nothing tbh

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It was just two lovers

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

Sunsets in Monaco were one of Y/n’s favourite things to do especially with her lover. He was a McLaren driver, so the warm colour sky felt significant to her.

“You know this view is beautiful” She muttered, always appreciative of natural views. They had spent the sunny evening walking around the exotic gardens, both loved date nights like this.

“It’s stunning for definite” Lando confidently agreed with his girl. Turning her eyes away from the sunset, to Lando who was staring directly at her. "Lando you're meant to watch the sunset not me!" Earning a laugh from the curly man beside her.

"But how am I meant to stare at the most beautiful thing ever?!" A smirk was lingering on his lips as she moved her lips to connect his. So her cheeks had become different shades of rose at his flirtatious comment.

"Oh you make me blush" A small laugh escaped her lips. Before she could continue in their loving, her phone began to ring.

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

"Who is it?" Confused, Lando looked down from her eyes.

"Oh only my mum, she's probably calling to tell me all about the gossip from her choir" He only laughed in respond, one thought on his mind 'like mother like daughter'. "Um I'll call her later, it can wait" She chuckled along with his laughter.

Slipping her phone back into her little purse, then grabbing ahold of his hand once again. Both continued around the gardens, embracing the beauty and their love.

There wasn't a frown or a sad face in sight, just their love for eachother and nature. "You know, I love dates like this. I get to spend time with you, take in natural beauty and relax" An adoring smile rested easily on her face, shinning under the warm sun.

Y/n had a white slip dress on which reflected the sun off of her, lighting her up like an angel. She is an angel in his eyes.

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

Lando was sure that he had won the lottery, he had his dream girl. The one who he wanted to get down on one knee for. The one he wanted to say 'I do' and then kiss passionately in front of their parents. The one he'd raise children with. The one he would grow older with.

And he found her, the women stood in front of him. His Y/n.

They were absorbed by the golden sun, it was their golden hour. It was different to race because everything was fast when he was racing but with her, he felt like she could slow down time. Give him time to stop and relax, only she could do that.

So he replicated that love for her, always texting and phoning her to check in on her whilst he was away pursing his dreams. Landos love language was quality time. So when he had the time and when she had the time, he'd make sure they spent as much time together.

It's your golden hour

You slow down time

In your golden hour

We were just two lovers

-

Sat in the passenger seat of Landos McLaren 765LT Spider, Y/n reached over to the radio. Switching it on, she turned the radio to one of their favourites.

Sitting back into the black leather seat, placing the feet on the dash much to Landos annoyance. "Hey hey get your feet off my dash board! Excuse me, princess!" Both laughing in unison, whilst Lando forcused on driving and pulling her feet down.

"What?! My shoes are clean so it won't get the dash dirty" Y/n was laughing hysterically, pushing his hand away. Lando soon gave in, as she wasn't wrong about her shoes.

They were in the car driving around aimlessly, it was the day before the end of summer break and he's have to fly to the Netherlands the next day without her.

Feet up on the dash, driving nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

-

"You remember our first date?" Y/n turning her head to Lando. They were sat under the moon and stars, just watching and talking.

"Oh yeah, we were talking for hours! So long that the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing!" From that night on Lando believed in the phrase 'time flies when you're having fun' because neither of them had realised how long they were chatting with eachother that night.

"Yeah, we can definitely say that it was one of our most memorable moments" Sweet laughter escaped their lips once again that evening. "I remember thinking after you walked me home, that I was falling hard for you. I think I said to my mum that you were my soulmate"

"I remember think that aswell, I guess we weren't wrong because I love you so much darling!" As soon as Lando finished his sentance their lips were linked together. Y/n's hand finding their way to the nape of his neck, toying with the baby hairs at the back of his head.

Lando's hands subconsciously made their place known at her waist, soon they made their way under his McLaren sweatshirt that Y/n decided she would steal.

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

For the love of my life

Pulling away, he took this time to admire his love. Admire her face, her nose, her lips, her cheeks and her eyes. The driver didn't know if it was the moons subtle glow or the reflection of the Monaco waters, but his lovers face was glowing.

Lando once again could see the angel. The same angel who wore a white slip dress to the exotic gardens, who he had the pleasure of waking up next to all summer, who sometimes stood by the McLaren garage to congratulate him after a race; they were all the same angel, his Y/n.

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

-

That evening, they were both curled up in bed. "I love you darling so much" Lando looked down at the angel in his arms, half asleep. A sense of peace filled his mind, she always managed to bring peace to him even when she was half asleep. "So much..."

He could see the small smile forming on her delicate face. "I love you too Lan..." Y/n's quiet voice brought waves of tranquillity over her lover.

Even in the darkness of their bedroom, she still had that glow to her face.

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour

You slow down time

In your golden hour

-

[you-know-honey]

How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Nameless Ghouls (Based on songs)

I've been listening to music while I prepare a lot of fanfics and have ideas for others and…have you ever thought about what it would feel like to love Nameless Ghouls (in a realistic way)?

Well I think I have the answer...

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰

Mountain

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana del Rey

He is quite a fan of dancing waltzes and is sure that soft, deep music makes plants and their relationship grow better in those small, intimate dance sessions.

If you dance, I'll dance And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Mountain is like calm. Not calm before the storm, just calm.

Give peace a chance Let the fear you have fall away

He is a calm and silent child, he has the look of a sweet deer that surrounds your heart with sweetness and keeps it warm and loved.

I've got my eye on you

Even if you doubt his love at first since you wouldn't expect the most serious ghoul to be interested in you, he will reinforce the idea of ​​accepting the happiness and peace that is offered. As if it were about touching the sky.

Say yes yo heaven

He only wants one thing in return: commitment. You have his heart and spirit in your hands, he only asks that you take care of him.

Say yes to me

He could never tie you down, he wouldn't be able to keep you from your dreams. If you leave he will stay at the door waiting for your return. He could change his life but never his love.

If you go. I'll stay You come back, I'll be right here

He will be your lighthouse in the darkness, even if the earth moves and the tide covers everything, even when you think it's all over. He will be there holding you close to his chest.

Like a barge at sea In the storm, I stay clear

Even if everyone told him that going out with you is a bad idea, he would never stop, he has accepted his love for you and has the courage to face life with you with or without the approval of others.

I've got my mind on you

Phantom

Golden Hour - JVKE

Phantom can promise you a young love, you are his first love, the first person for whom his heart went crazy.

It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, lintening to Blonde, fallin' for each other

It will be like living in a cheesy movie, dates full of hope and overwhelming emotion.

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish, no Donald Glover

He doesn't mind taking risks, he could invent some excuse, no matter how bad it may be, the scolding goes on deaf ears, if it were for you he would do it again.

Missed call from my mother Like: Where you at tonight? Got no alibi

Every second with him is intense, part of a song. He admires you like a deity, the most beautiful and charming person in his eyes.

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

An hour with you is like a dream for him and a dream is an eternity. A golden dream.

Shine It's you golden hour You slow down time

He's not afraid to do stupid things for love, he'll steal the car and disappear all weekend with you.

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast Burnin' through the summer

I would dedicate every romantic song that comes on the radio to you, I would write the lyrics in a notebook for you.

Radio on blast, make the moment last She got solar power, minutes feel like hours

Love hit him hard, he has fallen for your charms and will refuse to free himself from them.

Can you even imagine fallin' like I did?

He would give himself completely to your wishes, there are no "No" for you.

For the love of my life She's got glowon her face, a glorious look in her eyes

He would give himself completely to your desires, there is no such thing as a "No" for you. You have an eternity to spend with your first and only love.

My angel of light

Rain

Aengus' Fool - Sleep Walking Animals

Romance hadn't been an option for Rain until you showed up.

Love looks good on you

Explore sensations you don't know you have, he swim upstream to you. He will fight against the current instead of going with the flow like he used to do just for you.

Light as a feather but tough as a stone

It makes him blush to see how you love everything that others consider boring about him, he doesn't understand how he lived without you all this time.

When you're barely together But never alone

He will know how to be there for you when things get bad and will protect your heart from the waves that threaten to break it.

When a hand on the leg is the best you can do

Everyone can see that something has changed in him, there is something refreshing in his heart, a tide of emotion. There is a gift in front of your door always at dawn, you should never forget how much he loves you.

I read you a passage From yesterday's paper

Feelings do not come and go, they stay with him every day and always grow a little more, he has never tried so hard to make someone happy.

With a smile that escapes you

¿Do you know that you bring out the best in me too?

He will leave his love story marked in history, to meet you again in the next life and walk back into your heart.

I've been waiting since the last time i was here For you to come home Took a while but know your here

He feels wild and willing to break the rules, he would pay the price for you. I would raise the waters of the sea if it is part of your wishes.

And somehow Nothing matters Matters now

Live in a dream that he never imagined, delivered to you. Keep discovering something else to love you.

I'll stand by yhe bedside And watch how she sleeps

He never thought that love looked so good on him, he feels that romance was a gift you gave him.

Sifting through poems For phrases to keep

Watching you breathe makes him happy like the sound of the sea, there is always an adventure wherever you go and he is willing to let himself go.

She'll open her eyes- there's a day to pursue

He feels so proud of receiving love that if you are mentioned at the slightest in a conversation, he will divert everything to talk about you unconsciously.

II'll shout from the mountains LIke Aengus' Fool

Swiss

I See You - Jutty Ranx

This man doesn't play games, he likes you even before you like him. He could spend months flirting with you to bring out the crush in you. The way you refused to let yourself be loved only made it more fun.

You were never young, my love I can tell, not by the way that you smell

When you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed his lips into yours, his heart exploded. He didn't expect the intensity of emotions you released in him, as if he were a first-time lover.

But by the way you move your tongue, my love Somebody shake me, what can I do?

He touches your body as if it were going to break, it's like being drugged with you, he sees the stars in your eyes.

Am I in love with the night? Am I in love with you?

He knows that with you everything is different. Real. It's not just one night, it's one of many nights alone with you, you will see a hopeless romantic more than a sexy flirt. He has a lot to give, centuries of love to give.

Will you take what I've got? Will we die on the spot?

He is addicted to emotion, to the eternal flutter of butterflies in his stomach, he doesn't want to call it love until you do.

You make me, make moves

He moves like a puppy after you, he likes everything about you. He wants to know everything about you, even what you don't like about yourself. He will let you know that no matter what happens, you won't get rid of him. He will walk over your thorns with a smile, nothing could stop him.

I see you, you know I see you I break through to get to you Its so true

Sometimes he feels like a fool for having wasted his time on other people before meeting you.

How could I How could I pretend I didn't notice? An incision when you looked back

The world stopped existing when your refusals to go out with him turned into a "Yes." Maybe he doesn't have much but it's all for you.

I want you to myself Can we take this somewhere else?

There is nothing hidden from you, see what you want to see, touch what you want to touch. He will make you feel how you deserve to feel.

My heart's an open book and you just took it off the shelf

(The song looked very good, don't you think? *wink, wink*)

Sodo

Teeth - Five Seconds Of Summer

He got angry with himself when he found himself smiling when talking to you. As if he couldn't feel that happiness with anyone else, day and night you're going to be in his head and he doesn't want that.

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

He is a distrustful boy, he will shout for you to leave only to beg you to stay. He doesn't understand his feelings and fears that they will end up devouring and destroying you.

Can't look away, can't look away

He tries to maintain balance so as not to scare you, he doesn't want to see himself in need of love but he also doesn't want you to think that he no longer feels anything for you.

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

He has a complicated heart and fears that you are smart enough to let him drop and look for something better.

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead.

He wants to deceive himself. Pretending that all your love for him is just a cruel joke but he knows when he hears your voice that it's just him being an idiot insecure.

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He is eager to devour you, to show you how strong, suffocating, eternal and perhaps painful his love is. Like a fire demon he fears that his intensity might scare you, deep down he just wants to burn in a pile love and desire with you.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

He doesn't consider himself a romantic in public, one lucky day he might leave a kiss on your lips while walking around. He is not predisposed to be sweet, "I love you" sounds complicated to say. But you can bet that at night he fantasizes about it.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

He knows what he is capable of, he takes your heart so high that letting it fall would make it turn to dust. He satisfies your happiness, as he savors the sweetness you pour on him.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Sometimes he thinks that you have fallen in love with a version of him that only exists in your mind and wants to become that fantasy inside you. He wants to become the best version of the demon he is.

Blood on my shirt, a rose in my hand You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Deep down and perhaps in the solitude of his room you can see how desperate he is for you, how he simply became addicted to who you are and how he wants to destroy your heart so he can take you with him forever.

Never, never, never ever let go

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔰

Cumulus

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

She saw you from the first day and knew that sooner or later she would fall for you, she's not stupid, she just knew it. She was clear that she loved you.

I want the world in my hands

She makes the world seem only for both of you and her, even when the situation is not pleasant she would do anything to make you smile.

I hate the beach, but I stand In California, with my toes in the sand

His heart breaks when you cry, he just can't stand it, he will tuck you in and stay with you, sometimes you don't need a solution, just a long cuddle session and some tears.

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Even if you are afraid about the veracity of her feelings, she will make sure to take your hand and go through that haze of insecurity with you and let you know that you are and will be the only one in her life.

Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered

Even though she is always in control of her life, when the water becomes turbulent and icy, she knows that she can find a warm home in your arms, just you and her. Holding your heart next to his.

'Cause it's too cold For you here and now So let me hold

He will always make small gestures for you, maybe that cool breeze on that hot summer afternoon was a gift from him, the cup of hot tea after a long day of work. Sometimes you don't need words, just hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathe in his scent and know that you are safe. A touch says a thousand words and she has proven it to you.

One love, two mouths One love, one house Just us, you find out

He has a habit of nuzzling your neck, he likes to see you shiver from his touch, sharing only a long game of glances. A strong and intense connection. She is not a girl of many words, she loves you and will show you in every possible way.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say

When you are together, regardless of whether there are other people around you, all that goes into the background, she will hold your hand with pride and teach the world to see you the way she sees you, like the most beautiful star in the sky.

The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face

She feels nostalgic for the first beautiful moments shared, don't misunderstand her, she loves the present with you but she likes to travel from time to time at the beginning and admire how far you have come together.

Sometimes the silence guides our minds To move to a place so far away

Aurora

Dandelions - Ruth B.

She was extremely excited when he identified that what he felt for you was love, she walked from one place to another with a smile on his face. She had always read about how magical love was and experiencing it with you seemed like a dream to her.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

She longs with all her soul to spend the rest of her life with you, to have a little house in the country and to live in a fairy tale forever. You are her special person, her world, her hope, hers everything. More than once you will catch her daydreaming about that beautiful future.

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

You're always nervous around her, she has too much energy and everyone basically adores her, like you're afraid that one day her feelings for you will just disappear. Every morning she will ask you if you want to be her partner, a cute and tender way to make you understand that every day she gets out of bed and her heart decides to continue loving you.

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game

Will she make true works of art for you, paint stars on your ceiling, embroider small details on your clothes, ¿did you see something in a store that interested you? It will appear in your room the next day. She is not a superstitious girl but she knows how fragile and ephemeral the nature of dreams and the desires of the heart is, she wants to give you everything it desires so that when she looks into your eyes she sees the living spark of dreams come true.

When you're looking at me I've never felt so happy

His feelings are a clear example of purity and innocence, he is dying of excitement to recreate each of the cheesiest scenes from romance movies with you. He cannot understand jealousy, he runs away from it and will need your kisses and your loving gaze to calm down.

I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me

She looks at you and knows that you are HIS person, unique and incomparable, perhaps destiny she is grateful that you came into his life and he does not plan to lose you, like a shooting star that does not pass twice.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

When distance separates them due to the band's tours, she longs more than ever to be with you, there wouldn't be a night without making video calls almost until dawn. She knows that when she is with you she is free, free from the Ministry, free from his duty to the band, she is simply complete when she is with you.

I've never felt so alive and free

His dreams have come true, she has the deep and true love she always wanted, she will wake up every morning to look into your eyes and smile and know that his deepest desire is real, tangible and completely his.

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Cirrus

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

You have liked her for a long time, you tried to declare yourself several times but you were very shy so she had to take the initiative, it was a direct declaration full of love and desire.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

Free time is something that Cirrus doesn't have as often as she wants, so when the night comes and she's finally free, she'll sneak into your room to completely surrender to your arms in the privacy of the night.

We're going to make it all come true

Both of you are predestined to love each other, in some other life she knows that he must have done something very well to deserve you in this life one again.

I wanna lay it at your feet 'Cause, girl, I was made for you

Everything suggested itself organically little by little to end up forming a healthy and symbiotic relationship. They are not together all day, she understands that you may need your space but she will always keep his eyes on you, even if you don't know it. It's his little secret.

And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

It not only talks about physical love, but also about a deep emotional connection, it knows what you feel even before you know it, it will give you your space if you are upset, it will hug you when you cry and kiss every part of your body to let you know that in his eyes you are the real figure of a goddess and he will not hesitate to fulfill all your wishes.

I wanna see it in your eyes Feel the magic

She has secretly created songs just for you, like a hymn to the passionate love that runs through her veins since she has been with you, a girl who gives her all to make you touch the stars.

There's something that drives me wild

The connection is inescapable between the two, destined to be together or an excellent coincidence of life that finally came to pass.

I was made for loving you, baby You were made for loving me

[whowantslovergirl]

Can you write an imagine for John b based on the song golden hour by jvke?

An: YES I CANNNNNN you ask and you shall receive 💋🤍

Golden hour

John b x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: literally nothing just cute fluffy shit outer banks masterlist

Summary: John B and Y/n being completely head over heels for each other

posted: July 28, 2024

It was just two lovers

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Y/n and John B were sitting in the Twinkie playing with each other’s hands just listen to the blonde album. It was the same album that was playing when they got together and had their first kiss so it always had a special place in their hearts.

“You know I love you right?” He said while looking at Y/n. “Yea I’m really in love with you Johnny.” She said while laughing.

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

Y/n was dancing with Kie smiling and laughing at the chateau. John B was admiring her. This might sound weird but John B always loved her skin. It was just so beautiful and she was always glowing. Everything about her was just perfect. She is the love of his life.

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour

You slow down time

In your golden hour

“You’re so bright.” She looked at him with a confused look. “What are you saying John?”

“You just shine like I don’t know it’s like I don’t need a light to see you.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Stop being corny you know I don’t like compliments.” He just kissed her on the cheek. “Never Y/n.”

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

Minutes feel like hours

Y/n and John were driving around. Playing with each other’s hands like they always do. Y/n’s feet are on the dash, the windows were down, and the radio was on blast so whole neighborhood can hear every single melody. It’s only been minutes but time slows down when John B and Y/n are together.

Minutes feel like hours.

Fallin' like I did?

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

Like always John B was admiring Y/n. Even though they have been dating for years, John B will always be completely smitten for Y/n.

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

Y/n and John B were cuddling on his bed it was around midnight and they were talking and giggling to each other for almost no reason at all. “You know you have glitter for skin Y/n?”

“Why do you always say weird stuff like that.”

“Because the weird stuff is true.” She laughed which caused him to laugh.

“I love you John.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour

You slow down time

In your golden hour

Y/n was John B’s light. His day in the night. His fire in the fog. His golden hour.

And he will forever cherish her.

An: hope this was everything you wanted until next time lovers 🤍

[manwalksintobar]

if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf?  // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

         dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster       ethnic cleansing assassinations       multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl       black girl        red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old       unpressed hair       playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle       got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade       ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass       back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old       screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin        five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you    and adrienne kennedy     and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said     if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean     can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man     who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories    on stage     on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house     a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf           love           eisa

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #8

Prompt: Persistent Fever

Fandom/OCs: Cowboy ‘verse OCs (Aaron and Katy)

Words: 1900

Sicknario inspo: Checking for a fever post illness from this post, finding your love sick in bed from this post, patient reassuring caregiver from this post, and sick physically imposing character from this post.

Author’s comments/background: I just love these two so much, and it makes me sad to realize I haven't written them since last Sicktember (check out their first fic here). This would be a perfect fic for a "married people shenanigans" tag. They're crazy about each other, and I love writing about couples who are crazy about each other, if you haven't noticed. Would love to get more prompts for the two of them, hint hint.

Fun fact: I believe this is the only fic where I didn’t use the prompt somewhere in it verbatim. 

~~~***~~~

Aaron was kneeling in front of the stove, filling it with wood before bed, when he sensed Katy behind him. Guessing what was coming he paused, and sure enough, her small hand was suddenly pressed against his forehead. He frowned almost imperceptibly.

"I'm gonna feel hot, darlin'. I was jest choppin' wood. 'M all sweaty."

"I know, and I wish yeh wouldn't'a done that with how much ya been shakin'. I coulda done it."

He sat back on his heels and turned to look up at her, the frown deepening. "I'll never 'llow ya ta be choppin' wood while I'm home and able ta stand," he said firmly. "I ain't so sick anymore. Ya don't need ta worry 'bout me so much."

"I'm entitled ta worry if I please. I never saw ya sick like yeh were at first, sweatin' and shakin' and cryin' out. And then ya fall down outta nowhere like ya were dead the first day ya try ta get outta bed, burnin' up like ya were holdin' yer face in the fire. I've had my share of worry these last weeks, so I'm keepin' an eye on ya until further notice, buster."

"It was the second day I was outta bed," Aaron muttered.

"Even more reason, then. Yeh've caught yerself a damn stubborn fever, and I'm not takin' any chances until it's done and gone."

Aaron sighed. "Yer the boss, sugar, like I always say." He brushed his hand near his temple. "My head's still sore from fallin' anyway. I ain't keen ta have it happen again."

"I bet it is." Katy kissed the sore lump on his head tenderly. "Which is why ya need ta take it easy." She ran a hand over her braid distractedly. "I wish I wasn't leaving ya alone tomorrow. But Auntie Sarah's bound 'n determined to go into town tomorrow, and she won't go alone…."

Aaron carefully stood as she spoke, his sense of balance not yet fully returned since his illness, but when he was steady he tilted up her chin with a gentle touch, smoothing away the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb. "Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Nothin's gonna happen, and yeh'll be back home before ya know it."

"I hope yer right," she sighed. "I don't like goin' ta town as is, an' this jest makes it worse. Tomorrow can't be done soon enough."

~~~

Aaron and Katy were up before the sun the next morning, neither in the mood for much talk. Aaron went out to do the morning chores (since that was the only thing Katy was allowing him to do currently) while his wife got ready for town. He finished the chores just as she finished dressing and primping. Katy watched through the bedroom window as her husband shuffled his way from the barn to the house, already (or still?) looking exhausted. She bit her lip in worry as she yet again noted how pale he still was, and how the deep circles under his eyes had yet to start fading. Despite what he said, he still wasn't himself, and she was at a loss of what to do. 

He made a point to put on a warm smile as soon as he came in the door, and she saw pride and admiration in his gaze as he took in her "dressing up" attire.

"Yeh look mighty fine, Miz Rivard," he murmured, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. 

She pulled away with a giggle. "Leave off, now. Yer gonna muss my dress, an' I jest pressed it," she said, though she flushed and smiled at his earnest praise. 

They both turned to the door just then as they heard Aunt Sarah's wagon roll up and come to a stop. Then they looked back at one another, worry puckering Katy's forehead yet again. 

"Ya be safe now, ya hear?" she murmured. "Don't do nothin' ta exert yerself too much. Ya cain't keel over while I'm not here, or I'll take a switch to ya."

"Don't be threatenin' me with a good time, now," he said, raising an eyebrow rakishly.  Then he laughed when she laughed. "I'll behave, I promise. Think I'll take a lil' lie-down this mornin', then I'll prob'ly dig up yer garden fer winter. I'll take it easy, though, don't ya worry none, my Katydid." 

"Okay," she sighed. 

They both jumped as Aunt Sarah began to holler for Katy, then shared a last smile.

"Behave yerself," Aaron murmured, pressing a handful of money into her palm. "And come home safe. I'll be waitin' up fer ya."

She reached up on tiptoes to press her lips to his forehead. "Take care o' yerself. I'll be back as soon as I can." With a wave, she flew out the door, hollering back to her aunt in greeting. 

Aaron watched wistfully, making sure they got off alright, then wasted no time in shuffling his way back to the bedroom, yawning wearily. 

~~~

It was just past dark when Aunt Sarah dropped Katy off after a successful day of errands. Katy nearly flew to the house once her aunt was out of sight, but she paused on the stoop, for the windows were dark and not a soul was in sight. She glanced at the garden and found it untouched from that morning. What else would Aaron have gotten up to that day if he couldn't get to the vegetables? She hurried to check the barn just in case, but it was quiet and dark, just like the house. 

She ran back to the house now, panic fluttering in her chest, expecting to find her man collapsed on the ground at any moment. 

"I jest knew shoulda had Andrew check on ‘im," she fretted to herself. "What a fool I am. I shoulda never left ‘im alone."

There was no sign of him in the main rooms, and everything looked exactly as it had when she left that morning. She flew to the bedroom, yanking open the door, then breathed a sigh of relief upon finding her husband safe in bed, wrapped in the coverlet and snoring, the moonlight casting the scene in sharp relief. 

She took several deep breaths to calm herself, knowing he would tease her mercilessly if he knew how worked up she'd been. Though she had a right to tease him right back after seeing all this. He'd promised to wait up for her and had fallen asleep before dark like a tired child instead. 

She moved around him quietly, changing into her night dress and brushing her hair for bed, but he didn't stir until she brought a candle to her nightstand so it shone directly in his face. She surveyed him at last as he stirred and mumbled and her heart plummeted again, because she didn't like what she saw at all. The hectic flush of an angry fever covered his cheeks, and the sweaty, tousled hair and blankets indicated that he hadn't left the bed for several hours. 

"Katy," he croaked, his eyes flickering open weakly. 

"Oh ya poor thing," she sighed, reaching out to brush the hair away from his forehead. 

" 'm not feelin' so good again all of a sudden," he mumbled, letting his eyes slip closed under her touch. 

"I cain see that. When'd it start?"

He thought for a minute. "S'pose it was right after ya left. Haven't had the gumption to get outta bed all day. Feelin' weak as water, jest bin sleepin' and sweatin' or shiverin'."

"It's a damn stubborn fever that yeh've caught, an' no mistake." She sighed again. "Alright, jest wait here while I fetch the basin, then."

"I ain't goin' nowhere. Don't think I'm much up to runnin' away jest now," came the weak, teasing response. 

Glancing over her shoulder, Katy saw the old, familiar twinkle in her husband's eyes, faint though it was under fever-shine, and the dimple in his cheek was flickering. Whenever he smiled like that, she couldn't help but smile back.

They passed the next stretch of time in silence as she bathed his face, underarms, neck and chest with cold water, trying to give him any relief from the heat raging beneath his skin. Katy was less worried this time than formerly, though, since he was fully lucid and even somewhat relaxed, just uncomfortable and sick where he had been delirious and restless before. He so rarely got to spend so much time at home, and when he was home he was rushing around to take care of things before he had to leave again, so this rare chance to simply rest and enjoy his company was a treat she was doing her best to savor.

 He had thrown off most of the blanket and she let herself get lost in momentary admiration. His long, lean legs, stretching nearly to the end of the bed, muscled and toned from a life spent on horseback; the various shades of tanning across his skin from years in the sun; the planes of his abdomen and chest and shoulders, smooth skin over rounded muscle, flexing and shifting each time he moved. Even feverish and miserable, he was beautiful, and his beauty distracted her from her worry. 

Eventually the water became too warm to do further good, but by then Aaron seemed marginally cooler and was resting more comfortably, so she set the basin aside. The sick man said he needed nothing further, so his wife at last slipped into bed beside him. He tugged her closer then, shifting to lie his head in her lap with a contented sigh. She began to trail her fingers up and down his back and neck and through his usually close-cropped hair. 

"We need ta give ya a haircut. Ya bin so sick that I ain't had the chance," she murmured, exploring the unfamiliar length around his ears.

"Mm," he hummed, too close to sleep for a true answer. In that same moment a chill wracked him, and he moaned softly as he shivered and shifted in discomfort.

Katy bit her tongue to keep from expressing her worry, but she couldn't keep a sigh from escaping as she pulled the coverlet over him once more. Out of nowhere his hand reached up, even despite the awkward angle, and he smoothed the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb.

"Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Tried doin' too much the last few days. If I rest like ya bin tellin' me all along, I'll be good as new in a day or two."

She grabbed his hand and clasped it to her chest. "I jest need ya ta be well," she whispered. "I hate seein' ya so sick fer so long. My heart cain't take it."

His low chuckle was a soft rumble against her. "My soft-hearted woman. What would I do without ya. Ain't no way I cain stay under the weather for long with the good care ya bin givin' me."

"That better be a promise," Katy said, kissing his hand. 

"It's a promise, sugar," he murmured as he once again drifted toward sleep.

[luhcifermuses]

━━ ⟢ ( 𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕆 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕁𝕆ℕ𝔸ℍ ) a playlist

A PLAYLIST BASED ON MILO AND JONAH'S DYNAMICS

GORGEOUS TAYLOR SWIFT

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face (look at your face) And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way (this way) But what can I say? You're gorgeous

CLOSER NINE INCH NAILS

you tear down my reason (Help me) it's your sex I can smell (Help me) you make me perfect Help me become somebody else I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God

BAD IDEA RIGHT? OLIVIA RODRIGO

And I'm right here with all my friends But you're sendin' me your new address And I know we're done, I know we're through But, God, when I look at you My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah) Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

LACY OLIVIA RODRIGO

Smart, sexy Lacy I'm losin’ it lately I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER CONAN GRAY

Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed Take me where the music ain't too loud Trade drinks, but you don't even know her Save me 'til the party is over Kiss me in the seat of your Rover Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

HEATHER CONAN GRAY

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better Wish I were Heather Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder But how could I hate her? She's such an angel But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

GOOD LOOKING SUKI WATERHOUSE

ou adored me before Oh, my good looking boy Play casino holes of my eyeballs Roll the dice on my thighs You stop for breath and I sped up Just to impress you

TEAR YOUR APART SHE WANTS REVENGE

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right I want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

LOST ON YOU LP

When you get older, plainer, saner Will you remember all the danger we came from? Burnin' like embers, fallin' tender Long before the days of no surrender years ago And will you know?

USE ME PVRIS

You can use all of me Take a hint Baby breathe I can do all you need Take a hint Baby breathe And use me Ooh, ooh Light as a feather Your body's a tether I can wait here forever But I know you want it now Killing the pressure

TAKE ME TO CHURCH HOZIER

Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen

MIRRORS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE

It's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me I couldn't get any bigger With anyone else beside me And now it's clear as this promise That we're making two reflections into one 'Cause it's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me Staring back at me

RIBS LORDE

We can talk it so good We can make it so divine We can talk it good How you wish it would be all the time The drink you spilt all over me "Lover's Spit" left on repeat My mom and dad let me stay home It drives you crazy getting old

MIDNIGHT RAIN TAYLOR SWIFT

Rain, he wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain He wanted a bride I was making my own name Chasing that fame He stayed the same All of me changed like midnight

ICARUS BASTILLE

Look who's digging their own grave That is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it And what will you have left? Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup You won't remember this Living beyond your years, acting out all their fears You feel it in your chest

DO YOU LOVE ME YET? NOTHING BUT THIEVES

Do you love me yet? I'll make myself a fool for you Do you love me yet? Just tell me what I've gotta do Do you love me yet? Do you promise I'll be hitting it soon? Oh, if I can stop fucking around, I'll be worth a fortune Do you love me yet?

THE GREAT WAR TAYLOR SWIFT

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

NDA BILLIE EILLISH

I bought a secret house when I was 17 Haven't had a party since I got the keys Had a pretty boy over, but he couldn't stay On his way out, made him sign an NDA

GOVERNMENT HOOKER LADY GAGA

I'm gonna drink my tears tonight I'm gonna drink my tears and cry 'Cause I know you love me baby I know you love me baby I could be girl (Unless you want to be man) I could be sex (Unless you want to hold hands)

HONEY WHISKEY NOTHING BUT THIEVES

Black-hearted angels sunk me With kisses on my mouth There's poison in this water The words are falling out This air is getting so thin Go down, go down, go down The honey whiskey's kickin'

[ask-thsc-blog]

Rupert was really into the song now

Rup: 🎼We were just two lovers🎶

🎵Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast🎶

🎵Burnin' through the summer🎶

🎵Radio on blast, make the moment last🎶

🎵He got solar power🎶

🎵Minutes feel like hours🎶

🎵He knew he was the baddest, can you even imagine🎶

🎵Fallin' like I did?🎶

Dave just smiled lovingly

[forgaeven1]

it- it ain't always that someone takes whatever he's got to say with the level o'... of calmness, he could say.

no, usually, whenever gendry speaks the way he does, which he's sure isn't delivered fancily or anythin', just some bastard shootin' off the first thought that fleets his mind, people would either responded back in disdain. in arya's case, she would've ... she would've called him stupid. not meanly, or maybe not as meanly as other people would've meant it. no, with her, he knows it's almost purposeful; he knows it's their way of keepin' each other in check. he'd called her stupid too, for rushin' in too quick sometimes, for not always mindin' the fact she's a girl in a world where men would hurt little girls like her. especially those whose father was eddard stark.

this m'lady is playful; the kind of playful, gendry imagines, maybe he would've known more of had he been friendlier growing up. had he been more interested in making friends, in maintainin' them. it doesn't go over his head that they might be the same age, or at the very least, that their ages aren't far apart from each other. he couldn't remember spendin' time with someone who could be his peers without the tension of execution hangin' about like some ghosts, without any impendin' war over his head. her response makes her crack a small grin o' his head, which gendry redirects t' the floor of the snow-caked forest.

❛ yeah. ❜ he laughs a little, choked and short, though s' a laugh nevertheless. ❛ why not. not like we 'aven't seen worse comin' from the richmen, we did. ❜

and anyway, hadn't jaime feckin' lannister's hand made out of gold ? so really, the notion of it isn't too far off, he reckons. which gendry thinks is mad, anyways. like, fuck, the fucker probably deserves it, but t' give a former knight some useless heavy hand ? could it 'ven hold a sword ? gendry isn't sure. he didn't care enough to ask before, nor care enough t' have a discussion about it. there was no time, then. no interest. tha' was before the war o' the dead, though. s' startling, rememberin' all over again that he's not another corpse right now, ready for burnin'.

❛ well - you're a lady, aren't ya' ? and yer' da's a lord ? you've got land n' everything, i assume ? ❜ he doesn't know much about the houses, if he's honest. the boys and girls o' fleabottom, they don't learn this growin' up. they learn to scrap by, to find their strengths by fallin' mercy to the adults on their streets. gendry himself only knows the big houses : starks and lannister and tyrell and the like. but the vassals under 'em... that's trickier. he's lucky enough not to 'ave his tongue removed by the way he treated nearly everyone the same.

gods, his temper. davos said once it's so alike robert, the damn fat king.

❛ then yer' a highborn, no ma'er what people call ye'. ❜

the south, the lady speaks. right. they've got to do that. when yer under a banner, you follow your lord liege, ain't it. gendry had sworn himself to jon, to the north really, when he arrived here, but it all seems - pointless now. jon snow's besotted with the foreign dragon queen, and gendry trusts her as much as he trusts any o' the baratheons, had they still live - which isn't much at all. he can't imagine goin' 'ven if jon asks, or arya does. why should he ? he'd done his fight, hadn't he ? and, anyways, he didn't want the throne. other folks could spill blood for it, though. he's seen the devastation, and gendry doesn't think it's worth that much.

although —

❛ isn't- isn't yer da' alive ? then, shouldn't they send only men ? ❜ he asks aloud, confusion marring his questions, as he takes the damp cloth into his own two palms, sighing in relief at the warmth of it.

GENDRY’S OUTBURST MAKES HER GRIN. It’s absurd and rude and Meera quashes it before it can get too big. Not that she delights in his anger. She’s just surprised, is all, at his intensity. All this trouble to make a fire, when really she just had to ask him about home. Meera watches him speak in rapt fascination. After the blandness of the caverns, after the blankness in Bran’s eyes, she’s forgotten what it’s like to witness passion.

She leans in, sheltering close to this new kind of fire. It’s nice.

“Thousands?” Meera repeats. The warmth of the flames seeps into her voice, her smile. She ignores the direction his words were going before he trailed off and spins her own a completely different way. “How could someone even use all that gold? Smelt it down into a golden anvil, maybe?” There’s a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “Or a golden frog-spear? There’s some fish that like the glint of shiny things, you know. Makes them curious. Easier to catch.” A pause; for a moment she seems like she’s genuinely considering this. “Not unlike us, I suppose.”

Meera’s gaze drops to Gendry’s hands, and she thinks she begins to understand. They’re still ash-black from the battle. No wonder it won’t leave him. He’s brought it all the way out to the pond. She reaches under her furs to pull out some of the bandage scraps she got from the healers. For when it’s time to change her dressings, they’d said. This is more important.

She reaches out to press the cloth into perfect, untouched snow. The cold bites at her fingers; she wrinkles her nose. When it’s drenched through and through, she picks it up, gives it a slight shake, then holds it next to the fire. Cradles it, really. Not close enough to burn out the wet, but enough to soak up the ice.

“Greywater Watch,” she says at last. The browns of her eyes begin to melt. “It’s a castle. Nothing so grand as Winterfell, but it’s home. You’re very kind, you know, to call House Reed highborn.” She flips the cloth so the fire can warm the other side. “Most anyone else would say mudmen.” A glance down at her attire. “I suppose I can’t blame them.”

Meera frowns, thinking.

“I — I’d like to go home.” Bran doesn’t need her anymore, it’s true. But. “House Reed is sworn to the Starks. And the Starks are marching south.” She gives Gendry a rueful sort of smile and tries not to think of her bruises. She is a hunter, not a soldier. The battle for the living had been close. If she goes south, she isn’t hopeful she will come back. “Maybe it won’t come to that. King’s Landing will see the dragons and surrender, I’m sure. They have to.” An undercurrent of terror snaps at her throat. Her eyes go distant for a moment. Then she refocuses.

“Here.” Meera tosses another log on the fire, then worms her way around to sit next to Gendry. Out of habit she reaches for his hands, but then she remembers he’s not Hodor, or Bran, or Jojen during a fit. An awkward moment passes; she tries to figure out what to do with herself. She settles for extending the damp cloth instead. “To clean off the dead, if you’d like. Don’t worry. It’s warm.”

[lunarphosie]

Golden Hour. kaz brekker x fem! reader.♡ (not my gif!)

"It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde, fallin' for each other."

They met on a winter night in the patio of a luxurious house, Kaz was surely carrying out one of his plans by the way his gaze danced between the entrance to the house and some bushes in the distance, waiting for everything to work out right, While she was just hanging out, pretending to be one more guest at the party taking place there, something she used to do to get some food, fun and even information from people in order to get some money, she was very good at it. Music played in the background as the girl took a seat on one of the benches, Kaz's gaze falling on her not long after. He was attracted to her and he didn't know why, maybe the fact that he noticed the things she did when talking to the guests at the party, the questions she asked and how good she was at questioning, or maybe it was just the fact that she looked beautiful at the time. She had also seen him, she noticed that he approached a specific type of people, the way a small smile appeared on his lips when he got the information he wanted, and even the discomfort spreading through his body when someone touched or invaded his space, he was interesting.

"Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish, no Donald Glover"

The sun was beginning to go down and the sky was tinted with beautiful warm tones, making the girl's beautiful skin color stand out even more. The way her hair layed on her shoulders and her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the building made all the air escape his lungs, it was just breathtaking to Kaz. The girl's eyes fell into his, and she couldn't help but smile when he tried to hide the fact that he was looking at her the whole time.

"Missed call from my mother, Like "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi"

She could notice when a boy leaned out of one of the windows on the second floor and seeked the attention of the boy in front of her, who seemed to be in another world still. The girl got up from her seat and took a couple of steps until she reached the side of the boy, who was now looking at her somewhat confused. -"I think your friend needs you to carry out your part of the plan." She pointed to the window and smiled slightly, it had taken her less than half an hour to notice that Kaz had something in his hands, something that surprised him because he did not expect to be discovered.

"I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night"

Now that the girl was just a few centimeters from him, she looked even more beautiful, her skin that before looked like a porcelain doll now shone, her cheeks were a little pink thanks to the cold and he could notice those freckles and moles that decorated her face and neck, lining up as if they were a constellation. It took him a couple of seconds to take his eyes off her to turn to see Jesper, who now looked somewhat desperate, that was enough to realize that it was time to leave, so he nodded in the girl's direction and left, even when he didn't want to.

"I don't need no light to see you shine It's your golden hour You slow down time In your golden hour"

The days that followed he couldn't help but think about her, how even though the night consumed them she seemed to continue to shine, it was difficult for him to concentrate on his work and he was ashamed to admit that sometimes he looked for her in the crowd, thinking what he could tell her if he found her, and although he found her totally beautiful, he also knew how good she was at getting information from people and he had found out she had many more qualities, nothing that his crows couldn't do but he tried to convince himself that he needed her.

"We were just two lovers Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast, burnin' through the summer"

Time had passed and Kaz achieved his goal of integrating her into the crows, since she had arrived everyone could notice a slight change in Kaz's behavior. Everyone thought of her as an energetic, compassionate and loving person. The outings became more common, he didn't like to show it but he loved seeing his family happy, he loved seeing her happy.

"Radio on blast, make the moment last, she got solar power Minutes feel like hours"

Time flew when he was around her, who always managed to make Kaz Brekker's eyes have a certain sparkle, the one he lost many years ago. Moments as simple but with great meaning were recorded in his head, such as the first night that she dared to spend the night with him, sitting on the window sill reading while he advanced with his work, or the time when Kaz hadn't left his office for days and she took the time to go and leave him some food and try to get the boy to rest, which she achieved after several attempts.

"She knew she was the baddest Can you even imagine fallin' like i did?"

With the passing of the months it was impossible to hide his feelings for her and vice versa, both had fallen deeply for each other and there was no one who could save them from it. The brushes between hands began to be more frequent and intentional, so much so that when they were in the privacy of his room Kaz could take off his gloves and let his hands dance in the girl's hair, trying to abandon the fear. At first he felt like he was drowning all over again, but she always understood and was patient with him, now the water did not go past his hips, his breathing did not shake and the fear decreased when her skin was cold.

"For the love of my life She's got glow on her face A glorious look in her eyes My angel of light"

Words were not necessary for her to communicate everything she felt for him, with just a look Kaz could feel the love she had for him, she had been so patient and careful with him that it was impossible to not notice, neither of them had felt so loved before they met, and they accidentaly saved each others lifes.

"I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you shine"

Kaz was leaning against the edge of his desk, while the girl was standing between his legs, looking lovingly into the boy's eyes. The moon was the only thing shining at that moment (Kaz would say otherwise), making the moment even more romantic and intimate. -"If I told you about the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like im the sun?" Kaz asked, it was hard for him to understand why her eyes shone so much when she saw him, it didn't seem true that she loved the bastard of the barrel so much. -"you will always be the sun for me." She said while bringing their foreheads together, because what he didn't know was that all this time she thought of him the same way he did with her, in her eyes Kaz Brekker shone in a way that no one else could, he was the light among all the darkness.

[annietheo]

So recently I was listening to Beyoncé’s “Halo” in an astonishing arrangement of Postmodern Jukebox and I was strucked by what’s in the lyrics! It’s just like if Crowley would have written this song. So I’ve got this idea:

Crowley (constantly looking for something to impress his boyfriend):

Aziraphale: Hello dear, did you hear about this singer, I believe her name is Beyoncé, she has quite a voice, you know.

Crowley:

Crowley: I thought you didn’t like bebop

Aziraphale: Well, I’m just saying, her songs are quite agreable.

Crowley:

Crowley:(leaves)

A week later

Aziraphale: Where have you been? I coudn’t reach you

Crowley: We are going to see Beyoncé’s concert tonight. I tempted her to come to London and to write a new song.

Crowley:

Crowley: Actually I gave her my lyrics.

At the concert

Aziraphale: “I wonder which song was written by Crowley. Maybe he was just fooling around.”

“Halo” starts playing

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: Ok, woah

🎵Standin' in the light of your halo I got my angel now

Hit me like a ray of sun Burnin' through my darkest night You're the only one that I want Think I'm addicted to your light I swore I'd never fall again But this don't even feel like fallin' Gravity can't begin To pull me back to the ground again 🎵

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fAK0MHs4xE&ab_channel=PostmodernJukebox

[ab-ventures-in-odyssey]

OK OK HERES A POST WITH MUSIC THAT REMINDS ME OF RICHARD (and also my selfshipping with him) THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR EVER IN THEIR LIVES TADAAA!

I find it funny how they’re almost all fire themed

An “oldie” but a goodie

Some of my favourite lyrics

“Rumors spread like wildfire, I held a strong ground...

But I've been burning down, cause it's like fire is all I hear about and we are fading out...

Don't wanna turn out the light”

AND

“Secrets in a small town, they always get around, but the flame has been put out...

And I am hearing all the small talk, they whisper as I walk, in a house that's bordered up...

So good luck”

This is the acoustic version but it’s still so nice!

Some of my favourite lyrics

“There was a little boy, too different to belong, too lonely to be strong (on fire, on fire, oh)...

Laying on the ground, he said that fallin' down, It wouldn't make a sound (on fire, on fire, oh)”

AND

“I'm burnin' I'm on fire, here I am, inside the flames...

I don't care anymore, don't need your oxygen, I'm burning in a new way...

Here I am taming the flames, not afraid anymore, strong like a warrior”

Really dramatic sounding, not as relatable tho

Some of my favourite lyrics

“My mother said I'm too romantic, She said ‘you're dancing in the movies...’

I almost started to believe her, then I saw you and I knew...

Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older, maybe it's all that I've been through...

I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder, and how I see myself with you...”

AND

“Fire on fire would normally kill us, but with this much desire, together we're winners...

They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners, but don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms...”

AND FINALLY, THIS is the first song I heard which really reminded me of Richard and one of the possible “storylines” of our “relationship”

Some of my favourite lyrics

“I had a dream about a burning house, you were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out...

I lay beside you and pulled you close and the two of us went up in smoke...”

AND

“I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire,

but it's the only place that I can hold you tight,

in this burning house...”

AND ALSO

“I see you at a party and you look the same, I could take you back but people don't really change...

Wish that we could go back in time, and I'd be the one you thought you'd find...”

The end 😂

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

I feel like the SPN fandom as a whole, especially the fantastic people who make vids, songfics and aesthetics, are missing out on the near-perfection that is The Gaslight Anthem. GA is a rock band from New Jersey, and basically all their songs have this vibe of “I’m a little sad, could kill you, miss when we were younger, and I want to be loud”. I’m also of the belief that a decent amount of their songs fit SPN perfectly.

Examples(I also highly recommend listening to all of these, they’re great):

American Slang(Highly appropriate in my opinion):

“And they cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive, I got my name tattooed inside of my arm. And I called for my father but my father had died! While you told us fortunes, in American Slang”

“And here’s where we died that time last year, and where the angels and devils meet, and you can dance with the Queen if you need, and she will always keep her cards, close to her heart.”

“....and I called for my father but my father had died! And we called for our mothers but our mothers had died, and you told us fortunes in American Slang”  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAqbnTKQBIY&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI

Boxer:

“You got your pride and your prose, tucked just like a tommy gun somewhere in the smoke just in case you need it son, I heard it’s been a ride rougher than the last one, what’d you use to say, oh the harder they come”

“You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end, we found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio, and there was something that was holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy and now you hunt the heart of this town, remember when I knew a boxer baby”

“And your tattooed knuckles oh how they grind down, try to be a man tough just like your father, try to settle down, more like a calm down remember them songs and the reasons we were singing for”

“And he, he says he just doesn’t miss her and he, hey says it’s somewhere in his framework, but I have heard you never really lose it do ya, do ya?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYMeWEGTOxA&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=7

Bring It On:

“...Blue eyes and spitfire, I saw you walking back and forth, about another boy, thinking that you may wanna leave, so give me the fevers that just won’t break, and give me the children you don’t wanna raise, and tell me about the Cool, he sings to you those songs, if it’s better than my love, bring it on”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-ZN7NyPfb4&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=3

We Did It When We Were Young:

“There are no reasons to believe, I buried my faith in another plot,Where your heart and your claws will not find, And I don't feel you or recall, I put your bones out in the yard, For someone else to be called and caught by” “And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun,We were strangers many hours and I missed you for so long, When we were liars, lovers in combat, Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned” “But I am older now, And we did it when we were young, I am older now, And we did it when we were young”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vw8WPJHajEY&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=10

Old Haunts:

“And all along you knew my story, didn't you? And all night long I carried yours, Your blood was mixed with wine and robbery, baby, And left us always wanting more” “So don't sing me your songs about the good times, Those days are gone and you should just let them go, And god help the man who says "If you'd have known me when..." Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts” “Cherry Bomb, your love is surgery, Removing what you don't regard, And every breath felt like a funeral, baby, While you were packing up your car” “And with the window down, I hear you're tired now, You borrowed everything and wore all your old welcomes out, Well, shame on you, my love, you sold your youth away, Memories for sinking ships that never would be saved”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoDKQT7vXNA&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=8

The Spirit of Jazz:

“The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep, Rest your weary head and love a better me, And in the morning we'll start over again,That's how they do it up on the screen” “Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do, So I will wait on the edges in between, These New York streets where you and I would meet” “For twenty-nine years we loved that line, And I would take it easy if I had your mind, But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire, And you're slow like Motown soul” “So what now, lover with your long black hair?, If I cut you open, baby, I can repair, Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue, And I'm the only one around here”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9KOUAmZ12w&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=9

Wherefore Art Thou Elvis?(Tell me that this isn’t the Sam Winchester song, I dare you):

“I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance, I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, The last of the independents” “And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene, My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans, I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street, I still sing the blues with the dogs” “And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire, I've had burning through my veins since I first learned to cry, I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again,I never felt right and never fit in walkin' in my own skin” “Now I got scars like the number of stars, My mind's full of vipers, I got the dust of the desert in my bones, Comin' through the amplifiers, And in the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth, It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist, I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth, Over and over without relief” “Walkin' in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart, I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark, I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night, Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPdCP5f_gmk

High Lonesome:

“And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand, I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis, And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands, I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else” “There was "Southern Accents" on the radio as I drove home, And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet, It's a pretty good song, baby you know the rest Baby, you know the rest”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UErXgvNV3lw

’59 Sound:

“Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go, I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow, When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms, I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life, 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life” “Did you hear the '59 sound, Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains, In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over?Did you hear your favorite song, One last time?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zw3w1iKiq8M

Mulholland Drive:

“Did you sleep last night and do you remember dreams? Do I ever cross your mind and do you ever think of me? When you think about your life are there things you would reverse? I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her, In the deep, dark parking lot pressed up against my car, With your hands around my neck I felt the pounding of your heart, And the summer night was giving in to the lure of Autumn’s sway, I can’t seem to forget that night or how I heard you say, ohh and I’d just die if you ever took your love away”

“And I can still recall the hour when you first let down your walls, I thought I might've died right there floating up above it all, But it scared you love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead”

“And did you miss me when I'm gone? And the simple things we used to rely on? Who came to wipe your tears away? Who came to bring back your dignity baby? And who came to drive you around this town, Like I used to drive you all around with the radio on”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR4-F-P-Y6Q

Film Noir:

“I'm all washed out by the side of the road, Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose, Sayin', "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long, But you deserve much better than me."” “So I'm just burnin' all around all the miles in the road, And I'm never goin' back and I'm never goin' home, I've been gone too long, I've been less right than wrong, I lost so much blood in the fallin' out” “And I lit a fire that wouldn't go out, Until it consumed the walls and roof of this house, Until all I remember was burnin' away, And all I remember, you burned it away” “See, for ten long years I've been hustlin' around, Tryin' to wash the sins and the sweat from my brow, Just tryin' to find a better life for me and my own, Just some rest for these tired workin' fingers” “But nobody never gonna tell you the way, You gotta figure it out boys and suffer the rain, And the fools in the night and the heat of the day, When all you ever really wanted was for someone to understand”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KS9Cz1HgVs

She Loves You(this just gives me lowkey Destiel vibes):

“And if all was well, And your heart could find the words, Would we be for better baby, Would we be for worse, And if there was a way, To navigate your seas, If tonight my true love (Dared belong to me)”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHYY-_3Ft84

Boomboxes and Dictionaries:

“I took a drive today, I thought about you, I thought about a friend who passed And how much we just went through” “I saw the sun shine off the hood of a Cadillac, I thought about some things I said, And some I would take back, I thought about how fortunate I feel to be alive” “And if you're scared of the future tonight, We'll just take it each hour one at a time, It's a pretty good night for a drive, So dry up those eyes, dry up those eyes” “Because the radio will still play loud, Songs that we heard as our guards came down, Like in the summertime when we first met, I'll never forget, and don't you forget, These nights are still ours” “We should remember to slow down more often, And maybe we will, Now here's a lot of good things coming our way right now, A lot of bad has passed, But we survived the breakdowns, All is forgiven, water under bridges now”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9zYLE6Em7U

Drive:

“In my head I am already gone, Side roads boarded up, decisions decided on, But in my nights there are restless hours, When 3 AM comes down and nothing else comes up “And the only thing we know, Is it's getting dark and we'd better go, And the only thing we see, Are the despairs of the day, And if you're too tired, Go to sleep my brothers, I, And if you're too tired, Go to sleep my brothers, I'm all right to drive” “And in my heart I'm the weary kind, I'm much tired to cry, Though it's sad enough for tears, It's been try, fail, try for years, And when the next year comes along, I don't know if I'll be home, I don't know if we'll survive”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClWHlXWSG9M

Biloxi Parrish(This is totally a Cas song):

“I've been fumbling with your heart strings, And that's good enough for me, And if I've rained on one of your hours, Then I know I must been working,Try it on for size my darling, See what a man you can make of me, I will eventually haunt you, And you'll eventually be my queen” “And I'll be with you through,The dark so that you do not, Go through the dark alone, Or on your own” “I've been down Biloxi Parish, And that's all the same for me, I found that nothing truly matters That you cannot find for free, I love you more than can I tell you, When you pass through from this world, I hope you ask to take me with you, Or that I won't have to wait too long, But until then I'll be with you through the dark, Yes, until then I'll be with you through the dark” “And who else can say that about you, baby, Who else can say that about you, now, And who else can take all your blood and your curses, Nobody I seen you hanging around" “And all of our heroes were failures or ghosts, Burned out in brilliant explosions alone, And all of the blood and the sweat that they gave, Well, we took it all and we threw it away”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2RSKSYIXKY

Here Comes My Man:

“And how much time do you think that we have? If I wanted to, I could start over again, Let the good night decide who she wants me to find, And I'll never let you drop another tear in my eye, Singing oh sha-la-la, oh sha-la-la, Listen honey here comes my man”

“So I packed up my things and I faced up my doubts, You know I think I will grow my hair back out, Nevermind what you think, Nevermind what you like, I'll take it out to the streets for somebody else to admire”

“Maybe time will tell you, Why I got so much hell to sell you, Please, please understand me, Oh you can't just dance around me, Maybe your work will love you, When I'm just not there to hold you, Maybe your pride can be your companion, Oh but I just won't be there to stand for it, Not one more minute will I stand for it”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBkfHv6kc5o

Blue Jeans and White T-Shirts:

“We are the boys from Little Eden, We are the heart of Saturday night, We drink from the fountains off the fireworks, Sweat and bone for a better life”

“Still we sing with our heroes, 33 rounds per minute, We're never going home until the sun says we're finished, I'll love you forever if I ever love at all, Wild hearts, blue jeans, & white t-shirts” “Some things baby never told you, Some things papa done ain't right, Spent a lifetime just to get over, You always said my mama tried”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3sQsWuDHrw

[hysterialevi]

His Name Was Isaac - Ch. 11

Fanfic summary: During a mission to avenge his mother’s death, Isaac hunts down the men responsible for her murder and kills them off one-by-one, only to discover that his last target is taking refuge among the Van der Linde gang. In an attempt to kill them, Isaac attacks the gang and unknowingly becomes enemies with his own father, who is in the process of fighting his own battle for redemption.

Point of view: third-person

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This story is also on AO3

THAT NIGHT

SOUTH OF RIGGS STATION

Sitting underneath the cool night sky, Arthur and Isaac huddled together around a warm campfire that they built mere minutes ago, cooking a rabbit over its crackling flames.

At the moment, Isaac was wrapped up in a blanket and resting against a boulder, lazily watching the rabbit cook as he slowly rotated the spit. Meanwhile, Arthur leaned back against a tree and gazed upwards, taking in the millions of stars dusting the sky as they flickered sporadically.

It was close to midnight now, as far as Arthur could tell. The two of them traveled for several hours after leaving Blackwater, and decided to take a break once they crossed the Upper Montana River.

Fortunately, Arthur hadn’t seen any other signs of the Pinkertons following his encounter with Agent Ross, and the Van der Lindes appeared to be nowhere either.

Right now, it was just the two of them at this camp. The wilderness around them was quiet with emptiness, and the only sounds that broke the silence were the chirping of crickets, and the distant howling of coyotes.

Everything was peaceful.

Despite their calm state however, Arthur couldn’t stop thinking about the deal Agent Ross proposed to him earlier. For some reason, that man’s words embedded themselves in Arthur’s brain like a nail in wood, and the outlaw found himself preoccupied with about a thousand different questions. None of which he had the answers to.

Every fiber in his being doubted that Ross was being sincere with his offer, and Arthur knew better than to blindly throw his trust around, but as a father who cared about nothing more than the safety of his own child, he couldn’t help but wonder if, perhaps, there was some truth to Edgar’s deal.

Surely, Agent Fordham would protest if Ross went back on his word. That young man made his moral standing rather clear during the bank robbery in Blackwater, and a small part of Arthur hoped he’d be able to sway his superior’s mind the same way he did when Dutch took that woman hostage.

Maybe then, Isaac would have a chance at starting a normal life. This world of outlaws was the last thing Arthur wanted for his son, and if there was any chance he could prevent Isaac from going down the same road he did as a boy, he’d take it in a heartbeat.

He just hoped Isaac wouldn’t fight against it.

“...Dad?” The boy said softly, bringing Arthur back to reality. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What is it?” He replied, picking up on the young man’s serious tone. Isaac seemed to be in a much more solemn state than before, and just by listening to the kid’s voice, Arthur could tell something was wrong. 

He guessed he wasn’t the only one with a lot on his mind.

“...I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Isaac finally answered.

Arthur gave him a puzzled look. “Sorry? For what?”

“For everything I’ve done.” He explained. “I’ve... been thinkin’ about it for a while, and I’m just now realizing how much damage I’ve caused over these past couple o’ weeks. Especially to you and your gang. I wanted to kill Shay so badly that I was willing to risk those who did nothing wrong to me. I put you in danger. I killed Cleet. I took you away from Dutch. And now, because of everything I did, it’s possible he’ll want to take revenge on us. I’ve caused so many issue due to my own greed, and... I didn’t even take a moment to think about it. I didn’t care.”

Isaac lowered his head in shame, unable to look Arthur in the eye. “I shoulda listened to you back there. I’m sorry, Dad.”

Arthur had to admit, he was a tad surprised at the sudden confession. He knew Isaac was no killer deep inside, but he didn’t realize how much these past few days had actually affected him. 

It was rather clear Isaac had been thinking about this for quite some time. His eyes carried a heavy sense of melancholy within them, and the longer Arthur examined the disheartened expression on his face, the more he could see the kid’s mind tearing itself apart.

“You got nothin’ to apologize for, Isaac.” Arthur replied sincerely. “I know the road’s been pretty bumpy lately, but it ain’t your fault. The truth is--” a short cough interrupted him, “--you... you actually helped me. Before we met, I used to spend my days thinkin’ about nothing except how all this was gonna end. Our gang was fallin’ apart, Dutch was dyin’ of his illness, and... well, there weren’t much I really cared for anymore.”

Isaac threw a confused look at him. “But... what about Dutch? I thought he was like a father to you.”

“He is,” Arthur corrected, “but no matter how close we was in the past, that man’s too dangerous to be around now. He’s like a stick of dynamite waitin’ to go off. That ain’t someone I want in my life. Or in yours. The reality is, you saved me from a heap of trouble I was always too stupid to put behind me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Isaac fell silent at the response, evidently surprised by Arthur’s sentiment. He expected the man to be a little more reserved about everything that was happening, but contrary to his belief, the outlaw actually seemed to be content with this new path they were taking, regardless of how chaotic it may’ve been. 

“That’s good to hear.” Isaac replied, sounding genuinely relieved. “I just keep wondering if I did the right thing, y’know. Killin’ Shay.”

Arthur let out a sigh, struggling to get his thoughts in order. “Revenge is always a messy business, I’m afraid. There’s never an easy answer. I suppose... it really comes down to whether you think the sacrifice is worth it or not.” He paused, glancing at Isaac. “...Do you?”

The young man shrugged, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. “Well... I met you in the process. So I’d say so.”

Arthur chuckled warmly at that. “So it would seem.” He leaned forward, putting a reassuring hand on Isaac’s knee. “Try not to think too much about it, kiddo. We can’t change what’s done. We can only move on.” He gestured to the campfire. “Oh, also, you’re burnin’ the rabbit.”

Isaac cursed in realization and rushed to remove the charred animal from the spit, earning a laugh from the other man. “Shit...!”

Arthur rose to his feet and stretched his arms out, letting out a yawn. “Welp, I’m gon’ get some shut-eye. I’m thinking we can start heading for Wallace Station tomorrow. Make our way up north. Possibly even try to reach Canada.”

“You wanna go that far?” Isaac asked.

“Maybe. It’s the only way we’ll ever get them Pinkertons off our tail for good. We’d be outta their reach if we crossed the border. But I ain’t never actually been there... so we’ll see.”

Arthur took a seat in his tent. “Anyway, we can talk more about it tomorrow. For now, just focus on gettin’ some rest. These next few days are gonna be tough.”

Lying down on the ground, Arthur left Isaac to his own devices as the boy got in a last-minute meal, putting out the campfire now that he was done with it. The both of them were exhausted from traveling all day and constantly looking over their shoulders for Pinkertons, that the older man began to wonder if he should’ve asked John for help.

He didn’t know if Marston was still alive, or if he was even still in the country, but Arthur couldn’t deny that he missed that grumpy old bastard. He hadn’t seen him ever since the man fled Dutch’s gang eight years ago, and part of him wished that they could meet up again.

But... no. He couldn’t do that to John. That man had a possible wife and son to look out for now. The last thing he needed was Arthur bringing the law’s attention onto his doorstep, if it wasn’t already there. He got out of the Van der Lindes for a reason, and Arthur didn’t want to put his family at risk.

Arthur decided he would stay away from John for now. He and Isaac had been surviving well enough so far, and unless something disastrous were to occur, he thought it best if he left the man alone.

There was nothing more to be said between them, after all, and just like he told Isaac mere moments ago, there was no way he could change what happened in the past.

He could only move on from it.

~~~~~~~~~~

THE NEXT DAY

AN HOUR AFTER DAWN

Waking up to the smell of wet grass and freshly-poured rain, Arthur found himself lying in the middle of a crisp, chilly morning as a thick layer of fog spread across the land, obscuring everything in a fuzzy, white haze. 

He felt well rested -- or at least more rested than before -- and he couldn’t help but notice that this was the first night in a while where he didn’t suffer from some incessant nightmare. In fact, he couldn’t recall having any dreams at all.

Maybe that was a sign things were getting better.

Typically, Arthur would dream of those he had lost in the past. He’d see faces like Hosea, or Mary, or even Eliza, sometimes. They’d always talk to him as if they were still around, and Arthur would believe it. He’d have meaningful conversations with them in his head and laugh along with their jokes... only to wake up a few hours later and feel the cold sensation of reality sinking in once again.

He always wished he could go back to his dreams. They were far more comforting than the brutality of the real world, and usually, Arthur had nothing to look forward to upon waking up.

Now though, Arthur finally had something to care about outside of his dreams. He had the child he always wanted as a young man, and the chance to raise him right, despite their unusual situation.

He was going to do his best to be the father that Hosea was to him, and God willing, never become anything like Dutch. 

Lord knew Isaac deserved better than that.

Bringing himself to a sitting position, Arthur rolled his shoulders and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still feeling a bit groggy. Things were quiet this morning, apart from the neighing of the horses, and it looked like their camp had been left undisturbed by any unwanted company.

When Arthur got a better look at the tent across from him however, he suddenly realized that the sleeping bag was empty, and Isaac was nowhere to be seen.

It didn’t take long for Arthur to bolt out of his tent.

“Isaac?” He called out, searching the small camp. It looked like Aldo was still hitched to his post in the same spot Isaac left him, so Arthur assumed the man didn’t leave.

At least, not voluntarily.

“Isaac!” Arthur exclaimed again, starting to grow worried. He suddenly noticed a note lying on a stump next to his tent. 

Arthur narrowed his eyes, hurriedly reading the scribbled text.

“We’re out of water. Went to the river to get some. Will be back soon.”

For a moment, the man was relieved at the news and let out a brief sigh, but instantly felt his fear spike once again when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot thundered somewhere in the distance.

Isaac was in trouble.

“Goddammit...!” Arthur cursed in panic, grabbing his guns before sprinting to his mount.

Throwing himself onto the Andalusian, the outlaw kicked his spurs into the horse’s sides and galloped in the direction of the gunshot, keeping his eyes peeled as he scanned the region for his son.

He didn’t hear anything else echoing through the fog at the moment, aside from a few muffled voices, but the weather made it so damned difficult to navigate through these fields, that Arthur almost had to rely on his hearing entirely.

Thankfully, he was somewhat familiar with the area and knew where the river was, leading him to make a direct beeline for the south. He only prayed Isaac was still there.

“Isaac!” Arthur shouted. “Goddammit, boy, where the hell are you...?!”

Whipping the reins even harder, Arthur practically soared across the land as he flicked his eyes around in trepidation, desperately searching for any sign of the young man.

He didn’t know where on Earth he was right now, and the only thing he could see was fog, but judging by the fact that he could make out the voices more clearly now, Arthur assumed he was getting closer. 

The outlaw hopped off his mount and decided to proceed on foot from there, not wanting to draw the attention of any enemies that could’ve been nearby.

“...Just tell me what I wanna know,” someone said from deep within the haze, “and this’ll all be over for you soon, princess. I promise.”

Arthur immediately recognized the conniving voice, causing his heart to pound in his chest. It was Micah. That meant Dutch had to be somewhere nearby.

“Lemme go, you sons-of-bitches...!” Isaac barked in a strained tone, clearly struggling against something.

Micah chuckled mockingly. “Afraid I can’t do that, cowboy. Not until you tell me where your pa is. I’m sure he and his sour face are sulkin’ around here somewhere.”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” The young man reiterated. “I said I don’t know!”

“Oh, I heard you, alright, but I don’t believe you. There ain’t no way you coulda made it this far on your own. Not without a little help to push you along. You’s a clever little lad, I’ll give you that. But even you couldn’t survive out here. I know you’re travelin’ with the old man, so tell me where he is...” Arthur heard the click of a pistol’s hammer, “...or I’ll find him myself.”

Still, Isaac didn’t budge.

“...My father was right about you.” He said plainly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a snake, Micah. A boot-lickin’ coward who could never look a real man in the eye. You betrayed Dutch, and we both know it. He’ll have your head if he ever--”

Micah slammed his gun into Isaac’s temple.

“You watch your goddamn mouth, boy! You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about.” The man scoffed in amusement. “Seems to me like you’s just as delusional as your daddy. What a surprise.”

Micah glanced at Joe who was currently restraining Isaac with a gun to the head and signaled him to bring the kid back to camp, gesturing to their horses.

“Go on and bring Morgan junior here back to Dutch. I’m sure the boss is eager to have a word with him.”

“But what about Arthur?” Joe asked.

Micah waved a dismissive hand. “We’ll find the cranky old bastard some other time. Hell, if we’re lucky, he might even come to us. For now, let’s just see what we can get outta the boy.”

The other man sighed. “Fine. But I ain’t gonna--”

Startling all three of them, a bullet suddenly blasted its way into Joe’s skull and sent him collapsing into the river with a large splash, giving Isaac the opening he needed.

Unwrapping Joe’s arms from his neck, Isaac instantly broke free from his grasp and yanked out his hunting knife, cutting a deep gash into Micah’s left eye before tackling the man to the ground.

“You goddamned miserable wretch!” Micah hissed, blocking Isaac’s attacks. “I’m gonna kill you!”

Shoving the young man’s meager weight off of him, Micah headbutted Isaac and turned the tide of the fight, rolling around so that the other man was underneath him.

Before the boy even had a chance to react, Micah pressed his hands around Isaac’s throat and strangled him as best he could, shaking his grip with the amount of strength he was putting into it.

“You dunno how long I’ve been wantin’ to do this, cowpoke...!” Micah growled. “I shoulda killed you the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Pointlessly gasping for air, Isaac writhed in Micah’s iron hold and desperately tried to pry his arms off with a few punches to the face, but to no avail. The man only continued to squeeze Isaac’s neck and chuckled sadistically, reveling in the morbid sight beneath him.

Just as he was about to finish the boy off however, a third party suddenly barged into the scene, forcing Micah to bring his attention elsewhere.

“Get the hell off of him, you son-of-a-bitch!” Arthur roared, grabbing Micah by the shoulders before hurling him to the ground.

Isaac let out a deep gasp upon being released and hungrily drank the air around him, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Arthur pinned Micah to the dirt and slammed his knuckles into the man’s nose, practically burying his fist in his face.

“And there he is...!” Micah said with a bloody smile. “I knew you’d come crawlin’ outta your hole sooner or later.”

“You shut your mouth, Micah!” Arthur threatened through clenched teeth. “I’m sick of listenin’ to all your bluster!”

The other man laughed. “You don’t like what I have to say ‘cause you know it’s the truth...! You’re old news, Morgan. The gang’s got a new order. Dutch is finished with you, and he’s gonna nail you to a cross when he finds you.”

“Well, he ain’t gonna be any kinder to you,” Arthur countered. “You know what loyalty means to that man. If Dutch is gonna damn me for what I’ve done, then so be it. But you best believe you’re goin’ straight to Hell with me.”

Micah chuckled. “Then I hope the trip is worth it.”

Throwing a series of punches, Arthur continued to beat Micah to a pulp and stained the river’s water red with his blood, fully intending on killing the man until the ominous sound of someone cocking their gun reached his ears.

Arthur came to a halt and looked over his shoulder, spotting none other than Bill Williamson himself standing in the distance.

He paused, waiting for the man to say something.

“Williamson...” he warned, his voice dangerously rough, “if you’re gonna use that gun, you better make sure I’m goddamn dead.”

The other outlaw hesitated, loosely aiming his rifle at Arthur’s head.

“Arthur, I--”

 Just as he lifted his weapon however, Isaac whipped out his own, causing the four of them to come to a stalemate.

“Christ, Arthur...” Bill muttered in frustration. “You always was a pain to deal with.”

Isaac pulled the hammer down. “Yeah, well you better get the hell outta here now, or I’ll blow Micah’s brains out myself.”

“I... I can’t just return to Dutch empty-handed!” Bill exclaimed, glancing back and forth between Arthur and Isaac. “You know that man. How d’you think he’s gonna react when I come back with nothin’ but Joe’s corpse and a beaten-to-hell Micah?”

Arthur kept his grip on Micah’s collar, glaring Bill directly in the eye.

“...I don’t care.” He said slowly. 

The other man glowered at that. “No. I guess you never did.”

Not wanting to escalate things any further, Arthur finally decided enough was enough and threw Micah’s unconscious body to the ground, admittedly somewhat ashamed of losing himself like that in front of Isaac.

The last thing he wanted was for Isaac to see the side of him that Dutch created all those years ago, but the boy was safe for the moment, and that was all he cared about.

He just hoped the kid wouldn’t be afraid of him after this.

“Bill,” Arthur said as the outlaw began dragging Micah away, “when you get back to camp, you tell Dutch to leave us the hell alone. Otherwise, none of you will be walkin’ away next time.”

“Sure, Arthur.” Bill replied flatly, sounding a little hurt. “Whatever you say.”

Watching the two of them disappear into the fog, Arthur and Isaac stayed back as Joe’s body began floating downstream with the river’s current, bumping into the numerous rocks protruding from the water along the way.

It didn’t look like Dutch was with them at the time being, so Arthur figured it would be safe for now, but that didn’t mean he was letting his guard down anytime soon. 

Within just a couple of days, they had already run into both the Pinkertons and the Van der Lindes, exactly like Arthur feared.

They’d have to be even more discreet from here on out, and that was what brought Arthur to his next move.

He turned to Isaac, shaking his head at the young man.

“What the hell was you thinking?” Arthur scolded fiercely. “Runnin’ off on your own like that, not even botherin’ to wake me up.”

Isaac rubbed his neck in pain, still recovering from Micah’s attack.

“We were outta water, like I said. I just came to collect more.”

“Yeah, and you nearly got yourself killed in the process! You shoulda told me where you was going, or brought me along with you! What if--” Arthur was interrupted by a series of coughs, forcing him to calm down.

“...What if,” he continued, his tone much softer now, “I didn’t find you in time? How d’you think that would’ve gone?”

The young man sighed, drained of all his energy. “I... I know. I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to put you through that.”

Arthur let out a deep exhale, deciding to let it go for now.

“Well... just stay close to me from here on out. We got Pinkertons and Dutch’s gang hunting us down. I can’t afford to lose sight of you. Understand?”

Isaac nodded. “I understand.”

“Good. Then let’s get the hell outta here. Before anyone else shows up.”

Placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder, Arthur quickly guided the boy back to his horse and away from the brutal scene, not wanting to stick around for a minute longer. A part of him felt somewhat bad for shouting at Isaac like that, especially after the kid just survived an ambush, but he couldn’t deny that he had been terrified for a minute there.

What if Isaac had been dead when he found him? What if he was too late? This encounter with Dutch’s men only made Arthur realize just how much danger they were truly in.

They had to get up north to the mountains in Ambarino, and fast. No one would dare follow them into those snowstorms -- well, no one except for Dutch -- and Arthur was willing to bet they’d be safer away from civilization.

He only wondered how much time they had before someone else cornered them.

“Dad?” Isaac said, looking at Arthur with concern. “Are you... doin’ okay? You’ve been coughin’ quite a bit lately.”

Arthur paused at the realization, suddenly aware of his newfound symptoms. With everything that was going on recently, he hadn’t even noticed how much more he had been coughing in the past few days, and he dreaded to think about what it could’ve meant.

After all, he had seen how Dutch was doing with his own illness, and it wasn’t as if Arthur had exactly been keeping his distance from the man. If he was starting to develop the same thing...

...well, that wasn’t something he even wanted to think about right now.

“I’m... fine, Isaac.” He brushed off, albeit not confidently. “Ain’t nothin’ to raise a fuss over.”

The boy wasn’t entirely reassured. “If you say so. Just... keep an eye on it, alright?”

Arthur climbed onto his horse and got comfortable in the saddle, waiting for Isaac to join him as the fog finally started to clear up.

“Don’t you worry. I will.”

[villainwaifu]

This is the start of one of my many fics...her name is Elizabeth Black, no relation to Scarlett Black, and it's placed in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre universe, The Beginning (2006). Year 1969, Fall. She is my first drawn thicc girl, so please excuse me if I didn't quite get her right... I'm branching out and trying.

It reads, "I neva shoulda come here with my 'friends'."

First tidbit:

I neva shoulda come here with my 'friends'...I just knew this trip was a bad idea. But...how did it come ta this..? Fire burned 'side the road, Jeremy lyin' in pieces...I'm spatta'd in blood… The only light an' heat's from the fiya...but I can see 'im clearly, his dark green eyes burnin'. That chainsaw a his is nearly deafenin' in the silence out here...we neva shoulda run. Neva... I should be 'fraid, I guess...but ah'm not. I feel my feet hittin' the ground 'fore I realize I'm movin', slow step afta step, movin' to stand 'fore Luda Mae's giant of a son. 'Er gentle giant, she'd said. And I believed her. He rev'd it up at me, a warnin'. Not too close. Mah feet came ta a stop...an' I fell to my knees as the first drop a water splatta'd on my fo'head. Not once did I take my eyes from 'is. Lightnin' crackled overhead, more drops a fallin'.

"I'm ready," I whispa'd, sittin' back on mah legs as a quiverin' smile pulled at my lips. I'm not 'fraid to die...ah'm just sad it has to end like this… Closin' mah eyes an' breathin' deep, I lean my head back as the rain came down...soakin' me in mere sec'nds. I can feel mah long hair clingin' ta my skin 'n back...mah heart beatin' steady but hard… It almost feels...right. Ta go this way...by his hands. I can feel that smile on mah face steady as a sudd'n peace come ova me. Yeah. I'm okay wit' this. I jus' pray that sweet darkness comes quick...

The Day Before...

Teaser end~ Hehe~ It will be a one-shot, at least, so it will come out fairly soon. ^^